Just a Little Murder

Just a Little Murder 5

Chapter 5

WARNING: Please note that this chapter includes straight up murder. Thank you.

Panting as he wiped the blood from his split lip, Aran ignored the sting as the wound split open again, standing straight and sneering at the bitch that had the audacity to make his job any harder than it had to be. She glared as her body twitched, making him smirk. "You know, you really should have just let me drug your ass all nice and easy. But noooo, you had to show me your stupidity and try to fight me. You're lucky that your had a cattle prod in your hand otherwise you wouldn't have gotten half of your hits in," he huffed. His body protested the fact that he was upright but he ignored it.

He silently promised himself that he would treat himself to Kailen's tender care later. Maybe get a little fun out of it.

Sighing as he bent over, Aran grabbed her wrists in a strong hold and hauled her towards the bedroom with a growl, dragging her along. "You know, I was just going to make this shit look like a bad case of autoerotica aphyxiation and call it all good. But noooo, you had to be a stupid bitch and fuck that plan up on me. Gods, how did you get away with all of the shit that you've pulled since you started?" he asked.

He grunted when he found the bedroom and dropped her to the ground, ignoring her wince of pain. He left the room, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere any time, going to gather the proper cans of accelerant that he had grabbed just in case something had gone wrong.

He had chosen the one he had because unlike gas or other accelerants, it didn't leave any streaks or patterns, but burnt just as well. He would have to send Michelle a gift basket later for creating such useful, interesting things.

Back in the room, he frowned at the fact that the bitch had gathered enough coordination to flip over onto her stomach as he placed the cans down. Huffing, he pulled out a small bottle that held dark red liquid and a cloth, pouring it onto a cloth, walking over to her, shoes making no noise. Standing over her, feet on either side of her hips, uncaring that he was painfully standing on one of her hands, he used his free hand to jerk her head back by her hair, pressing the cloth over her nose and mouth. He felt her jerk at that and try to move as she inhaled the paralytic, wondering just what kind of gift basket he would be sending to Michelle for her creations.

Maybe one that was filled with all sorts of goodies from her favorite bakeries and a spa day.

Once he was sure that she had been immobilized fully, he sighed and tucked the cloth into a small baggy, along with the bottle. "Really? Trying to get away? I think that you should know by now that you're going to die in a most painful way. At least with the way that I was thinking of doing it would have meant that you would have gotten off. The whole 'little death' thing," he drawled. He moved to the cans and picked up the first one.

He padded over to the overly-large round bed with blankets that looked to be red velvet. "Very love motel chic. This will work," he muttered, popping the top of the first can, starting to very carefully soak the bed in the accelerant. He used two more cans on the bed and the area around it before he moved back to his target. Dragging her over, he pushed and pulled her into place on the bed.

Her eyes wide wide with horror at the realization as to what he was about to do to her. Leaning over her at the head of the bed, he smoothed her hair back with one gloved hand, the dark blue a stark contrast against her newly dyed neon pink hair. "Ah, there it is. The understanding that all of your actions do have consequences. You should be really glad that it's me, and not K after you, dearheart. She would have enjoyed fucking you, while you were high on something preferably, just before she killed you. She's quite broken in such a way that sex to her is just a new way to break her female targets."

He sighed as he straightened, staring down at her with a frown as he adjusted his gloves.

"Then again, anyone in this life is a little fucked up," he mused as he walked around the bed to grab the fourth can of accelerant, pouring it in a slow stream. He worked in a spiral that came from the bed and came to the bedroom door. Done with that, he put them on the ground by the doorway to grab on his way out. "You were a very bad girl when you didn't look for a proper Master, dear. You had such promise but you broke so many rules," he sighed, pulling out a match box with a smile.

Her eyes widened at the sight as a whimper escaped from her.

"Unluckily for you, this will be your last mistake," he said, striking a match and dropping it onto the ground, watching as the accelerant slowly started to be eaten by the fire. While the fire followed the spread of the accelerant, spreading outwards as it could, he picked up the cans and headed out of the house.

His job was done. Someone would come around and do the clean up for him. It would take the fire department a good ten minutes at least to get there, and by then? She would be ashes and bits of bone that would tell them shit for all.

He chuckled to himself as he walked out of the side door and got into his car. He found his phone and called a well known number.

"Job one is done."